In the Life of Pre-Teen Drama Queen Taylor Skarr

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I guess I didn’t mention it in yesterday’s entry, but we had our annual class excursion today. It’s the only time of year when us kids hang out with our whole class, singing at the top of our lungs without having to continuously peek over our shoulders to check out if any teacher has decided to give us a surprise visit. So you can see why I look forward to it a lot.

In the morning, I woke bright and early. The first thing I did was make sure that all the stuff I’ve pinched from Kathryn’s room through the years was properly hidden. I’ve robbed all sorts of things from my sis, from dried-up lipstick tubes to empty crisp packets [don’t ask me WHAT I was thinking].

Anyway, after giving my stolen treasured a final tuck, I brushed my teeth, had a nice, relaxing shower and changed into my comfy school uniform [who am I kidding?? That thing is as comfortable as sitting on a cactus!!]. Then, I stuffed all the junk I bought from the shop the other day into a Hello Kitty rucksack and lugged it to the front porch.

Well, after all that, nothing of particular relevance happened till I reached the school grounds. Everyone in the seventh grade was super excited. But did that stop Miss Belle from giving us half an hour’s worth math exercises before we even boarded the buses?? No, it did not.

I’m not complaining, though, because she made us decode a “secret message” using math formulas, and it was totally fun trying to guess what it could be. Trust Miss Belle to make MATH fun!!

Before we knew it, [and before half of the ‘slower kids’ could figure our what the “secret message” was] it was time to hop onto the vehicles. [Just in case you wanted to know, the message read, ‘Keep Smiling. It Makes People Wonder What You’re Up To’]

There was hardly enough place for the whole class, so we ended up piling three [and sometimes even FOUR] kids to a seat. We didn’t care, thought. We were WAY too happy to bother about little things like whose lap we were sitting on.

Once we were on the road, there was NO stopping us. We screamed out the windows [lead by me, I’m afraid] and startled innocent citizens on their fancy-shmacy Harley Davidson’s.

On the way to the theater [where we were going to be watching The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty], I rounded up a few students and we started the first official sing-off that journey. It began with one team pronouncing a random sound to their opponents, like ‘OooLaLa’ or ‘IveIve.’ The other gang then had to sing a song starting with the same note. Cool, right?? [Thought not entirely original]

Pretty soon, our humble group of eight miraculously expanded into a bus-load [haha!!] of THIRTY FIVE!! Man, that game became WAY popular. As there were so many of us, we decided to split-up according to gender, to make things simpler.

I have to say, the girls were KILLING IT!! When the guys ended one of their songs with the letter ‘R,’ we wasted no time in belting out the intro of Lady Gaga’s every-popular ‘Bad Romance.’ And, I have to admit, the dudes were OK-ish, too. They seemed to know a couple of songs, thought, coincidentally, all of them seemed to have one swear word or another.

I was a bit sad when we drew up in front of the multiplex, becasue we were in the middle of a heated tie-breaker round, but at least I still had the movie and the whole trip back to look forward too, right??

The movie was AMAZING. And [for once the school decided to loosed their purse strings] the popcorn was absolutely DIVINE. I don’t think a more delicious tub of butter-pepper popcorn was ever dished out.

The experience would have been better, I suppose, if people didn’t keep cutting the cheese every few seconds. Every time that happened, the girls would scream [and I mean SSSCCRRRREEAMM!!] and take five minutes to be pacified by the teachers. The boys, on the other hand, had the nerve to CONGRATULATE the one who caused the disturbance. Talk about immature.

Well, before long, we trooped out the cinema, each cradling their coke cartons as souvenirs.

The ride back home was way more boring than the ride to our destination. Everyone was busy trying to chomp off all their stuff to prevent pesky siblings from bumming their chips. I was so stuffed, I needed THREE classmates to haul me out of my chair. AND I didn’t finish my OWN stuff, thanks to the fact that I got too full with OTHER people’s snacks [what?? I can’t decline an opportunity to down junk food, ESPECIALLY other people’s]

Well, I guess I’d better stop now. I have to finish those lime and herb nachos [gross, right?? But that’s what you get when you send you MOM to go picnic shopping for you] before Kathryn gets home from her friend’s party. Just THINKING about it makes me want to belch. >BURP!!<